There had never been a lack of great scientists in human history. They had changed the world. Newton's law of gravity, Einstein's theory of relativity, Mark Hughes' antimatter thruster, Carl Sagan's god particle, and when Lauren Lee's theory of warp speed appeared, humanity took a big step forward and officially entered the era of interstellar navigation. Exploration and interstellar colonization became humanity's main desire.
In three hundred years, there were wars and peace. Finally, the Milky Way Alliance was established and humanity entered a new order.
The Galileo Space Scientific Research Station was an S-grade research station in the Milky Way Alliance. It was also the closest research station to the center of the Milky Way. Its purpose was to study the connection to parallel space.
"Doctor, the Senate has rejected our request for funding. They want to stop the Rubik's Cube research project." In the research station, the scientists were surrounding an old man with a white beard. Although he was old, he was hale and hearty. His silver hair shone brightly. Hearing this, the old man immediately scolded, "This bunch of pigs only know about money. Science is God, it's great, it's omnipotent. How can you measure it with money?"
The scientists around him were at least fifty or sixty years old. They did not know whether to laugh or cry. After all, they had not made any progress for more than twenty years. It was only a matter of time before they were shut down. Twenty years ago, an unknown space physicist, Alan Tucker, published his thesis — The Parallel Space Equivalent Docking Theory. At that time, this thesis did not attract much attention. Although human technology was very advanced, parallel space was still as mysterious to humans as the moon was to ancient people. However, a financial group supported Alan Tucker's research and organized an expedition team. They captured a mysterious Rubik's Cube in the Galileo Star Field, which was the closest to the center of the Milky Way.
This news instantly shook the entire Milky Way Alliance. Alan Tucker was hailed as the fifth person who would change the course of humanity. However, after twenty years of research, there was no progress. Although the so-called Rubik's Cube was very strong, there was nothing special about it. There was also no reverse technology to provide it. Rumors spread. Some people said that this was a win-win situation between Alan Tucker and a well-known company. The research station would be shut down, all data would be sealed, the scientists would be dismissed, and Alan Tucker would be investigated by the Alliance.
Alan calmly watched the barbaric actions of the soldiers. There was a faint smile on his face. Science, especially great science, what was twenty years?
"Doctor, you can't just walk around!" A soldier stopped Alan Tucker.
The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "I need to go to the toilet. What? Do you think I can grow wings and fly away?" The soldier was also stunned by the aura and lowered his arm. After all, this old man in front of him was the most popular person in the entire Milky Way Alliance twenty years ago.
A few minutes later, an alarm sounded at the space station, and a spaceship flew out. The soldiers immediately moved, but they were stopped by a group of scientists. These people were all elites of the Alliance, and they couldn't afford to be held responsible if they hurt any of them. With this delay, the small spaceship shook and entered the subspace.
"A bunch of immature brats trying to catch me!" Alan Tucker pressed the button. Ten seconds later, he entered curved flight …
The entire space station was in chaos. Battleships flew out one after another, flying around like headless flies. They had underestimated the madness of these scientists …
The Alliance spent ten years but still couldn't find Alan Tucker's whereabouts. Due to the magnetic storms in the Galileo star field, the possibility of small spaceships leaving was extremely low. The Alliance gave up on continuing to waste time. After all, this was a disgraceful matter, and gradually, everyone forgot about it.
In the distant solar system, the birthplace of mankind, Earth. The benefit of interstellar migration was that Earth's environment was improved. Although it was no longer the most developed place in the Milky Way Alliance, it still maintained a relatively high standard.
Two teenagers were lying on the lawn of a beautiful artificial lake. Each of them had a can of beer, and there was a mess of beer bottles on the ground. One of them looked very sturdy, with a square face, big ears, and a sparkling limited edition Ross Galaxy chain around his neck. It was enough to feed an average family for half a year. The other teenager looked very ordinary, but the faint smile at the corner of his mouth was unforgettable. There was an indescribable feeling.
"Boss, all roads lead to Rome. Heroes are born from the grassroots. Military school is nothing. As long as you say the word, we brothers will go to the Milky Way and dominate the world!" The short and sturdy teenager jumped up. The beer can in his hand became a microphone, and he seemed to be giving advice. Beside him, Wang Zheng raised his leg and was about to kick him. "Dominate my ass. I can still take this small blow. I don't need you to comfort me!"
Asia's Ares Military College was one of the three major military colleges on Earth. At the same time, it was the cradle of ace commanders and pilots. However, not long ago, the two of them received the results of the genetic test. Yan Xiaosu scored 68, Wang Zheng 28.
Genetic score was an evaluation of one's genes. It was helpful in selecting talents. Those who scored 80 and above would be considered "elite" humans. In the future, they would be the best of the best. 60 was a passing grade. If one wanted to study core specializations, one had to score 70 and above. Other specializations also had to score 60 and above. This was the most efficient use of the Federation's resources. Ares Military College's core specializations had three main parts: genetic evaluation, theoretical evaluation, and interview. In the light of the first step, Wang Zheng had failed spectacularly.
Yan Xiaosu was speechless. Wang Zheng only scored 28 points. How many years had it been? He had never heard of anyone with less than 40 points. This was almost like an animal.
"Boss, there must be a problem with the machine. Why don't we test it again?" Yan Xiaosu said.
"It's not a big deal. Military school is not the only choice!" Wang Zheng laughed at himself. How could there be such a coincidence that he was the only one who made a mistake? He remembered the first time he saw the Federation's mecha recruitment advertisement when he was young. Wang Zheng was attracted by the mighty scene and had set this as his goal. However, reality did not give him the chance to try. Yan Xiaosu could not believe it either. A genetic score of 28. Not to mention military school, he might not even qualify to be a conscript. This was killing Wang Zheng's dream. However, no one could help him in this matter.
"Oh right, I have something to ask of you!" Yan Xiaosu sat up straight with a serious face.
"Say it. Don't pretend to be serious."
Yan Xiaosu took out a fragrant golden letter. "Boss, I have admired Yue Jing for a long time. Seeing that we are about to graduate, I have decided to confess to her!"
Wang Zheng sat up. "Very good. I support you. Go ahead. If you are a man, you have to sing 'Conquer'!"
"Boss, this … you know that I have always been timid. I am asking you to help me send this to her. We are brothers for life. I will leave the rest of my life to you!" Yan Xiaosu held Wang Zheng's hands tightly. He stared at Wang Zheng with his big watery eyes and looked at him with the purest eyes. Wang Zheng quickly shook his hands. "That's enough. Don't disgust me. You always use this trick!"
Wasn't it just a love letter? Wang Zheng did not mind. He knew that Yan Xiaosu was deliberately changing the topic.
"Come, let's drink. Let's hope that I can win the heart of the beauty!" Yan Xiaosu howled. The two of them drank wildly and finished the rest of the beer.
Looking at Wang Zheng's back, Yan Xiaosu shook his head. In fact, he really did re-check Wang Zheng's test results. There were no problems. What kind of world was this?
Back in the dormitory, Wang Zheng sat cross-legged and began to adjust his breathing rhythm. This was the "family heirloom". It was known as the treasure of human civilization for thousands of years. If he lost his job, he could still rely on the family heirloom to make a living. This 8 Dan breathing technique had been practiced since young. Over time, it had become a habit. It did not have any other use, but it had a good effect on calming one's mood.
There was a huge poster on the wall. It was a shining mech. Wang Zheng dreamed of piloting it at least once. Not far from it was the notice of the genetic score. It was especially eye-catching.
Student Yan did not return at night. It was obvious that he was playing "Wargod Covenant" again. This was a mech battle game. It was very popular. Wang Zheng did not know how popular it was, nor was he interested. What he needed was not virtual spiritual enjoyment, but real touch. The roar of the mech's feet on the ground. At that moment, he would be like a god!
In the future, it could only be in his dreams. Wang Zheng tore up the poster that had been hanging for four years. He stared blankly at the ceiling. Suddenly, he flipped over and picked up the poster again. Little by little, he stuck it back on. Since young, he had only had one goal. Now that he had lost it, what else could he do?
Dawn High School was also one of the key high schools in Asia. The campus in the morning was very beautiful. It was full of vitality and youthfulness. Wang Zheng still followed the routine of waking up early to train. Sleeping early and waking up early would allow him to achieve the highest efficiency. At the same time, it would also allow him to build confidence. Although it was no longer useful now, many years of habits could not be changed.
Of course, there was another important matter today. After training, Wang Zheng walked directly to the school building.
From afar, two girls walked over. One was wearing a light yellow halter top, exquisite diamond earrings, and blonde curly hair. She looked very gorgeous, just like a princess. The girl beside her was also wearing branded clothes. Although Wang Zheng did not understand, Yan Xiaosu was a fan of branded clothes. Just from the logo alone, he knew that it was expensive. The girls' heads were slightly raised. Hand in hand, they walked in the middle of the road. Two pairs of slender and beautiful legs walked at a light and elegant pace. They were rippling with youthful vitality to their heart's content.
Yue Jing and Ye Zisu. They were the two beauties of Dawn High School. One's father was a member of the Asian District, while the other's family was a billionaire. Although they were students, they often appeared on the news. In the eyes of ordinary students, they were celebrities.
Frankly speaking, they were beautiful and very pleasing to the eye. However, for some reason, Wang Zheng did not have any feelings for such girls. In Yan Xiaosu's words, he was frigid or undeveloped. It should be known that Yan Xiaosu had done sufficient theoretical research. He was just waiting to put it into practice. The two girls in front of him were using the school's road as a runway. They enjoyed the envious gazes of the people around them.
Wang Zheng walked directly towards the two girls. The two girls seemed to be used to such situations and slowed down their footsteps.
(Corrected name, thank you!)
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